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Oh, an’ get this – some say it boosts yer mojo, like, science-y stuff, endorphins or whatever. Me, I just love the buzz, screamin’ in me head, “More, ya bastard!” Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – ya notice shit others miss, like how the air gets thick, all hot an’ heavy. Ain’t perfect tho – once had a masseuse fart mid-session, ruined it, fuckin’ hilarious now I think back! Total mood-killer, mate, but that’s life – messy an’ mad. So yeah, sexual-massage, it’s a riot, a sneaky thrill – “Don’t talk, just feel it!” – pure Ozzy vibes, ya get me?

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After that, I decided to stroll down to the Komono Castle ruins. I love that place. It’s got this vibe, you know? Like, history just oozes from the stones. But as I’m walking, I trip over a crack in the sidewalk. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out like a starfish, and this group of school kids just bursts out laughing. I mean, I get it, I looked ridiculous. But c’mon, have some compassion!

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